I don’t know why, but for some reason I love leeks. As far as I know my mom never really cooked with them so it’s not like I’ve got some wonderful childhood memories tied up with the smell of gently simmering leeks, (like I do with spaghetti sauce.) They look like big, fat overgrown scallions

Sometimes dinner is just dinner – nothing fancy or extravagant or particularly exciting. But still, it’s always nice to hear, “That was a good dinner.” Growing up, my mom’s standard way to cook chicken was to put the bone-in breasts in a big frying pan and cover them with a ton of onions and a

Leftovers get a mixed review in our house: Joel won’t eat them unless there’s pasta involved, Madison will eat them if I disguise them or they’re Asian-food related and I only like them in wintertime. The pets take what they can get, (except the cat – she’s pickier than Joel.) I pack my lunch three

This is actually the first year I’ve experienced my town’s Christmas Parade and let me tell you – it’s everything you would expect from a small town parade. The whole town lined Main Street (yes, it really is called Main Street) and I think there were at least 12 fire trucks, 10 marching bands, every

It dawned on me as I spent hours combing through cookbooks, blogs, tweets and websites that Thanksgiving – more than any other holiday – could be considered the Super Bowl for cooks. Like a championship quarterback, cooks exert a lot of energy just preparing for the big day. We spend hours imagining the perfect menu.

When I realized that people other than my family were actually reading my posts, I thought, “crap…I need to start writing more.” Then I remembered that I hadn’t really shared a Madison story yet. I already had a pretty good idea of which of my dishes were her favorite, but I thought I would ask